them statements cannot be replaced
they copy and follow my pace
three dead and that's just in one day
i take the drums on the road
them choppas with me at the show
i grew up with nothing but killers
they talk and speaking in code
she looking like i'm speaking spanish
i'm just saying i'm letting you know
ain't counting nobodies from past tense
i'm celebrating my new money
y'all dead broke on that mad shit
we ripping and racing through traffic
i'm praying i don't crash it
hollows blew up in his face
now they need his dental record
i got professional textures come through with choppas
and hit jewellers and jack it
this louis v jacket a few niggas stash it
i get that work and my bitch
exhaust sound like a dragon
touch a nigga from chiraq
see more bullets than madden
instagram bitch in the telly
remember i was sleeping in the trap
laying on the floor with the glock on my belly
got a few dollars and bought me a
turn his dreads to meatballs and spaghetti